When I was little, I would always go to Seattle to visit my Great-Grandmother, Grammy. She was very old and got super excited around visits, so we always visited as a surprise to her. She lived on the second floor in a small apartment in a nursing home. There was a grand staircase in the building that felt like it was from a Disney princess movie. My little cousins would always play with the stuffed animals that were in the apartment or chat with Grammy. I, however, would run around the building with my older cousins, sliding down the banister or pushing each other as fast as we could in Grammy’s Wheelchair. But there were also times when I would sit in the apartment with my mother and Grammy without my cousins being there. I love Grammy and all, but you have to understand that it got a bit boring after a while. On a small table in the middle of the apartment, there were many china ducks. I would always rearrange them and pretend they had different personalities. When Grammy died, I received a package from Seattle. My mother said that Grammy had wanted me to have this when she died, but when I opened the package I was sad. Almost all of the china ducks had been crushed in shipping. There was one left, though. It was blue and white and it only had a chip that had broken off the tail. This makes me feel like I have a connection to Grammy, and that she had taken the time to notice that I had had fun playing with the little ducks. I love this object for that. 

– L

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